Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Uzbekistan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Unwound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Technova. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marmalade,
Severed Heads,
Dawn Penn,
Susan Cadogan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
These Immortal Souls,
Television,
Cal Tjader,
Jesper Dahlback,
Metal Thangz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Parry Music,
Dennis Brown,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radiopuhelimet,
Reagan Youth,
Sonic Youth,
The Pretty Things,
Harpers Bizarre,
Public Enemy,
Blake Baxter,
Todd Rundgren,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
L. Decosne,
The Invisible,
Black Pus,
the Association,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grey Daturas,
The Zeros,
Camberwell Now,
Bootsy Collins,
Mission of Burma,
Agent Orange,
Steve Hackett,
Nirvana,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Excepter,
Matthew Bourne,
Qualms,
Sun Ra,
Duran Duran,
Peter & Gordon,
The Misunderstood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Franke,
Archie Shepp,
Outsiders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Green,
Donny Hathaway,
Scion,
The Martian,
John Cale,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.